Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.